Lately I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
I cannot figure out whether to stay or leave,
Cannot figure whether to pray or eat.
What’s wrong with me?
Lately the memory of your kisses are better than the usual
and the idea of your light makes my darkness go wild.
It’s a broken window frame and you’re the only one inside
This is wrong,
Plain and simple.
It’s wrong for me to care so much after my heart’s already sore.